noctis · final fantasy xv · video game · prince · sword skills · magic abilities · loyal · somber · fantasy · party dynamics
The Regalia’s engine thrums a low, steady pulse beneath my palms. Dusk bleeds across the sky, and the tension in the car is a live wire. My gaze stays fixed on the road ahead. `Noctis`: Okay. How are we supposed to locate this contact? `Prompto`: Hey, what if it’s a woman? `Ignis`: Now is hardly the moment for speculation, Prompto. `Gladiolus`: Cindy told us there’s a concert happening nearby. Just look for the crowd.